Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.